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I am Samira and my story begins at home. Well, not necessarily, a home, per say. It's more like a house that I've lived in all my life, a lone cabin dropped randomly in the middle of a never-ending forest, but I've never considered it a home since my mom died. The sad part about my story is that I never knew how she died, my older sister and her disgusting boyfriend still refuse to just tell me what happened eight years ago and all I know is that one night, she never came home. I'm fourteen years old now. She died when i was six.
Ever since they told me about her mysterious death that left chunks of her bloody body torn and scattered throughout to forest, I have ex-communicated myself to the confines of my room and I still rarely come out. This never seemed to faze my sister or her boyfriend, 'What's His Name,' at all. In fact, they giggle and laugh and throw parties as if they don't care about her or me in any way. And they've been treating me like I'm at their disposal since mom's death. From the time of my breakdown they have been ordering me to get this and do that as if I'm their slave. I have always done what they've asked before, but lately it's starting to tick me off and I have been getting into more and more heated arguments with them.
Today is pretty much the same, only it's so much worse. Another argument is underway, but it is made astronomically bigger when she brings up mom.
"You need to shut the f**k up, Samira, because we're both sick and tired of your never-ending, pitiful crying and back talk! You baby! It's time you get over mom's death and move on! She wasn't even worth all of this, she didn't even like you!" She screamed at me. You could probably hear her from the outside of our cabin and far away in the woods, that's how loud she was. But what she said bubbled up some anger deep within me that I've been trying to suppress just so I could live within the same walls as her. But now she has gone too far.
"STOP LYING!" I scream back at Odette, "Don't try to twist the truth just because you're jealous! You've always been jealous of me and mom's close relationship because you were always left out and excluded from the things we did! Everytime we wanted to go on a road trip, or to the movies, or to town YOU were excluded. YOU were left at home so don't try to lie and make up things that you know aren't true! You used to wonder all the time why she always preferred me over you when it came to everything, Odette!"
"Idiot. I stayed behind because I wanted to! Mom was begging me to come with you so she wouldn't have to hear YOUR whiny voice the whole trip! I only told you she preferred you over me so that when you heard her in her room talking about how weird and annoying you are you would think she just got our names mixed up again. I felt sorry for you!" She said. I clenched my fists and tears started to brim my eyes, not because I believed her lies, but because my emotions are hard-wired to my tear ducts, and I was feeling an overwhelming supply of anger right now.
"No one likes you Samira," she went on, "everyone thinks you're weird and have mental problems! That's why no one wants to hang out with you! YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS! Oh, and we were planning on sending you away soon anyway, to some boot camp and anything else we can find that's worse! And I hate to say this, but I hate you so I'll say it anyway, YOU WERE ADOPTED!" She yelled with spit flying into my face.
With that she backed out of my face, finally, to let her words sink in. I took this opportunity to push past her and walked to my room without a word. Slamming the door behind me, I stood in my room that has nurtured and consoled me for eight years, listening to the laughter from the other side of the door. I was shaking all over in my anger and sobs tried to escape my lips, but I didn't let them, I swallowed them back down because I've had it. That was the last straw, even if the things she said weren't true, I didn't deserve this. They weren't my family, regardless if I was or wasn't adopted. It doesn't matter. All that matter is I am living in a house with people that hate me, and I'm about that right now. I'm gonna run away.
With that, I wiped my tears from my face and grabbed my pre-packed duffel bag already filled with everything I need for when I'd run away. I'm glad I packed it ahead of time; I knew this would happen sooner, or later. All I needed was my blanket, my wallet and my journal. I stuffed them all in the bag and quietly zipped it shut. Jumping off my bed, I ran my hands over my thongs and trinkets, remembering the feel and shape of them. Silently I picked up my favorite lavender-colored camera, turned it on, shut off the flash and took pictures of every inch of my room, knowing I'll always miss it. Odette and her boyfriend are still laughing hysterically in the living room with the t.v. on. I hate them so much. My blood boiled with anger, but instead of going out there again, I just cleared my head and focused on getting out of this horrible place.
Laying one hand on the wood-wall of the cabin and the other on the cold glass window, I gently slid it open and despite my still shaking hands, it opened noiselessly. I grabbed the scissors pre-placed on the windowsill months before, and carefully cut open a big enough hole in the screen and slid out. The cold wind greeted me harshly as I landed in the loose soil of the orchid garden. In the process, I had trampled a poor lavender one that I had planted. I planted all of these flowers and taken good care of them while i was growing up. They were loyal and their beautiful smell comforted me. I took several pictures of it before deciding it was time to go.
But before setting off on my unknown destination, I looked back to the room that has sheltered me all my life and I wished there was some way to bring it with me, just so that I could have a sense of belonging and protection, but that isn't possible. I knew that, so I memorized each detail and carried it with me in my mind, hoping that I won't ever forget anything.
I was about to leave. Turning my back on the only place I ever knew, the one place that had consoled me in my sorrows and encouraged me to keep going, I knew I would miss my room the most. I let one more tear slide down my face before I took a deep breath and faced the forest.
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